The Distance of Differences

by JaneDoeWrites   Sep 9, 2013


He extracts the lust from my bones
to paint, to convey, each reason why
I should stay, but his heart
is blind to mine.

Treading the world of artistry and dreams
and loving through the fickle ways of
imagination, I sing with a crackly voice
and collect black bird feathers and
bottle the summers' somber rains, but
his soul is deaf to mine.

The gray-pigmented waters bridging my
world to his are vast, are uncrossable-
where he is anchored to reality and I
am anchored to the reality that
this, this will never live.

And from across the void
I can hear his crackling tune echo,
see the ravens he has sent with letters
kissed by anguish, and know this August
he will be busied by bottling the summers'
somber rains because my heart cries,
it burns, for what I did.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Lifesbreath

    This is a very deep write...I love your use of colors to help set the mood.

  • 10 years ago

    by lisa marie

    Something I can relate to right now in my life. Thanks.

  • 10 years ago

    by Chelsey

    So I've read this THREE times..once last night...twice this morning...And I really can't seem to get a proper comments together..I can't seem to explain WHY I nominated it, I just know its so worthy of being nominated....

    To sum up a reason, I absolutely loved the punctuation here. Comma's perfectly in place, repetition to prove your point. Loved the darkness in here, but not too dark. Just enough to show the sadness...the bird feathers were such an amazing touch to this...symbolic to death, to darkness of someone or something.

    Your metaphors..just perfect..I'm not too in to sad poetry, but this I LOVED. It wasn't a poor me, my life sucks poem, this was a beautiful, sad display of regret. Thats amazing. Well done.

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